Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

Graham suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, covered in cold sweat. It was still dark out, and Leanna was lying next to him in deep sleep, her breathing regular. He gasped loudly and greedily, feeling his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His dream was just too vivid. It felt as though they had all actually happened in real life. He closed his eyes again, and the memories flooded his mind once more. It wasn't a dream. He recalled everything. He finally recalled everything that had happened. He was drunk and out of his mind that night because someone had drugged him. Then, he'd gone home and raped Gwyneth. Meanwhile, Leanna stood outside the door and witnessed everything that happened.

“ I’m sorry… “ He murmured that made her moved her eyes to him. She saw how he gulped many times as his dimmed eyes plastered a begging image. “ I have to do this… “ With this, he torn her clothes and did the thing that she was protecting for sixteen years. However, it was being taken away by the man whom she didn’t expected to have. The man who used to be his savior and shield. The man whom she trusted the most and her sister. He stole it away from her. Her purity and innocent is now gone! “ P-please…. Stop! “ ….. She woke up, trying to catch up her breath rapidly. Her forehead was sweating intensely and she could feel her heart getting furious. It was like having a race or something that m

Before I went to bed, I promised I will do something to make it up to her. When I woke up in the morning, I headed to the dining for breakfast. I found Mona in the kitchen as she arranges the fridge. I asked her if Alle has woken up but she hasn’t answered right away. Instead, she slowly walked near me “She's gone last night with her luggage,” she informed.

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

When had we started sharing a bed without sharing anything else. My gaze drifted to the bedside table where my rings should have been. They were not there. They sat at home, untouched, waiting for me to decide what they still meant. Sleep came eventually, thin and restless. Morning arrived without ceremony. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, pale and cold. Chris was already up, his side of the bed empty, sheets barely disturbed. I heard him moving downstairs, the familiar sounds of coffee being poured, his phone buzzing with early emails. I dressed slowly, choosing comfort over style for once. In the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. There was something sharper i

Jude I wake up to the unsettling warmth of another body beside me. My chest tightens as I slowly turn my head. There she is. A woman. Lying peacefully on my bed as if she belongs there. Her dark hair spills over my pillow, her breathing steady, her lips slightly curved in satisfaction. For a brief, desperate moment, I pray I am imagining things. That I am still caught in some nightmare. But as the fog of sleep lifts, everything from last night comes crashing back, shattering any illusion of innocence.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

Her tears soaked the pillow as she fell into restless sleep, never knowing that the person she trusted most had already sold her soul to her enemy. The storm was only beginning.

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

“Go back to sleep.” She sits up, instantly alert. “What is it?” I hand her the Polaroid. Her face goes white. “When?” “Tonight. While we slept.” She looks at the bed, then at me. “How?” “Inside job. Someone disabled the interior sensors. I’ll find them.” She grabs my wrist. “We’ll find them.” I nod. “But the meet—” “I’m coming.” “No.” She’s off the bed, pulling on clothes,my sweatpants, her boots, one of my hoodies. “Try and stop me.”